Continuing to paint my breasts

A continuing work in progress. It felt good to continue working on it after a hiatus because it’s a bit of a declaration of my intention to stop trying to fit in, to toe the line of what it means to be a respectable woman in western culture.

I’ve been told so many times in so many ways that if I just learn to play the game I’ll be more successful. By my teachers when I spoke my mind to often, by my family when I wore ‘immodest’ clothing, by my lecturers when I stood my ground about my disability.

The thing about playing the game is that it is set up for cis-straight-able bodied-white men to succeed. Not me.

I want to stop trying to toe the line because doing that props up the success of those people and not my people, the ‘minorities’.

Non-sexual Nakedness

I was raised to believe that a naked female body is an object of sex and therefore shameful outside of a sexual context. Ironically, it has been the wonderful folk of the London kink scene that have started to show me otherwise.

It’s a long road to quiet shame and I’m trying to teach myself bit by bit, to kick that assumption in the proverbial nuts. That is why I took this photograph. My naked body, non-sexualised, just as it is.
I hope I will be brave enough to be more brazen in future. I want to put together some kind of non-sexual strip performance... watch this space for whatever that may be.